Introduction:

“We Really Shouldn’t Be Doing This” is a song written by Jim Lauderdale and recorded by American country music artist George Strait. It was released in September 1998 as the third and final single from his album One Step at a Time.

The song tells the story of a forbidden romance. The lyrics depict a couple who are deeply attracted to each other but know they shouldn’t be together, perhaps due to prior commitments or societal expectations. Despite knowing it’s wrong, they succumb to their desires, acknowledging the risks and potential consequences while indulging in the moment.

“We Really Shouldn’t Be Doing This” became a significant hit for Strait, peaking at number 4 on the US Billboard Hot Country Singles & Tracks chart and number 2 in Canada. It showcased Strait’s ability to convey raw emotion and vulnerability through his signature smooth and effortless vocals. The song resonated with audiences due to its relatable theme of forbidden love and the inherent human desire for connection, even when it’s complicated.

“We Really Shouldn’t Be Doing This” remains a fan favorite and a staple in Strait’s live performances, solidifying his status as one of the most iconic and beloved figures in country music history.

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